But he told me afterwards he had been dreaming that they really _had_ come to eat H.O., and it couldn't have been the pudding, when you come to think of it, because it was so very plain.
Well, we made it half an hour--and we all sat quiet, and thought and thought.

And I made up my mind before two minutes were over, and I saw the others had, all but Dora, who is always an awful time over everything.

I got pins and needles in my leg from sitting still so long, and when it was seven minutes H.O.cried out--'Oh, it must be more than half an hour!' H.O.is eight years old, but he cannot tell the clock yet.

Oswald could tell the clock when he was six.
We all stretched ourselves and began to speak at once, but Dora put up her hands to her ears and said-- 'One at a time, please.

We aren't playing Babel.' (It is a very good game.